- I have decided to continue it further, but I'm not sure how far yet. I guess we will see. enjoy:)
Henry shook. He knew he shouldn't be doing this but maybe, just maybe it could work. All he wanted was for everything to go back to the way it was, for Vlad to go back to the way he was. Quietly he stepped into his master's bedroom, the sliver of light falling across Vladimir's face. The room was large, naturally, as rising king of this new world only the best was to be expected. Vladimir's double king size bed sat centered with the headboard against the wall and was diagnol to the double oak doors. Moonlight softly lit up the room setting off the room's silver and pearl decor through the only window. Henry had been in the room countless times but was never there for long, now he just sat back and admired the beauty of the decor. Across from the bed sat a milky, marble fireplace as tall as Henry and above it sat what Henry first thought was a large mirror, he now realized it was a plazma TV, bordered in twisted silver; to right was a sitting place with a white cloth, circling coach and a round glass table, hanging above it was a silver and pearl chandaleir; to the left was the pearl lined double doors to Vladimir's walk-in closet and a huge black desk on which sat most of Vladimir's important king things; and all across the room were various mirrors, famous paintings, sculptures, and other objects Henry couldn't identify. He sighed Vlad used to not have cared about suh materialistic things. Finally Henry focused on what he had came to do. Slowly he walked across the plush, cream carpet to Vlad's bedside. Henry stopped, there it was, that face the inoccent one, the one that he always made when he was sleeping. Henry reached out and softly touched his bestfriend's face. Vlasadimir awoke and smiled at Henry and it was just like old times. If only, Henry thought, but the reality was that nothing happened. What am I doing here? Henry stepped back and let his hand fall to his side. He just wanted something, anything, as a sign that the old Vlad is still there. He ran a hand through his hair and looked around, the night was still and silent, unusaually so. Henry's pulse quickened, he'd been in there for too long. As silently as he could he searched through Vladimir's desk. Henry didn't know what he was looking for but he was praying he'd find it.
Unsuccessful Henry leaned back against the bed. In his spot on the floor he was practically unseeable. the dark shadows of the desk and bed loomed over him. Henry closed his eyes, rest was needed to be a proper drudge, but here he was not being a proper drudge. He let out a sigh and was met with one in return. Henry tensed as the bed moved and shifted and then he felt as if the world stopped as he heard his master's footsteps. He tried to scoot closer into the shadow, but stopped of fear that he would make noise. He looked up, Vlad was at the door, he was wearing only his silk pajama bottoms and his now shoulder length hair stood out in contrast to his pale skin. Henry could just see the purple glint in Vladimir's eyes. "Wonder who left the door open?" Vladimir murmured and skeptically shut the door. He stopped and slowly looked around his room, starting from the right. Henry bit his lip. He was so screwed, if Vladimir found him he really didn't even know what would happen. He hugged his knees to himself, trying to dissapear. Vladimir's eyes came to him, but they didn't stop just kept going. Henry couldn't beleive it, he was sure Vlad would catch him and- "Henry." Henry's heart sunk and he didn't try to hide his fear. The Master Pravus smiled amused, "What are you doing, Henry?" Henry stood, heart pounding, "I, uh, um I, well I just thought...um..." "What did you think, Henry? Please tell what thought possesed you to come into my room uninvited, in the middle of the night."
"Iuh umm," Henry said the first thing that came to mind, "uh, midnight snack?"
Vladimir frowned, "Get out." His voice was low and sharp. Henry was confused this was out of character for him, at least of his recent state. He was crude and abusive, not strict and controlled.
"Master?"
Vladimir clenched his teeth, "I said. Get. Out."
Henry nodded and hurried out, but so fast as to not notice what Vlad had in his hand. It was the friendship bracelet they made together when they were 6. Henry still remembered it, Nelly had shown them how to make it and they each made one for the other. When Henry had given Vlad the bracelet, Vlad had said that he would keep it forever.
When Henry made it back to his room, he opened the bottom drawer on his small desk and pulled out a little wooden box. Henry sat on his bed, unlocked the box and opened it. There sat the bracelet that Vlad had given him. Henry pulled it out and with a little extra string he was able to wear it again. Just like I always promised to.
-So here is the second chapter i know its a little slow but i hoped you've enjoyed it anyway. :)